Rosicrucianism Poem by Naveed Khalid

One day that I'll sneak into the grave
of Philosopher's stone,
where but to make the elixir of life
work miracles in the desert titan;
and not by stars I count my love,
that in timeless treasure abound;
nor by what those invisible immortals,
you burn the candle at Godwin's farm,
and plough the fields by the harvest moon:
this oasis of the world, they say,
would spread her wings forlorn,
of magic, myth and folklore.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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